Had he lived, today would have been my father’s seventieth birthday. Tomorrow my mother will be 68. When Dad was alive none of us kids could keep their birthdays straight. Year after year Torey and I would (separately) call Mom and wish her a happy birthday, sometimes singing it to her in a stupid voice. When we had finished, she would say laughing, “Oh Honey, thank you, but today is your dad’s birthday.” Then we would call Dad. Somehow we always forgot.
Archives for September 2008
Ren’s here today and the kids are all playing upstairs. I have been outside working in the gardens. I am exerting a lot of effort just to stay on task, that being getting plants that I recently bought in the ground. Unfortunately this requires moving around and dividing some existing plants, some of which are in the sun, that is quite bright today, so I am trying to work in the shade, where I have good ideas of other projects and next thing you know I’m tempted to start painting the house again.
At the moment I am debating between: